My headaches. I was forced to sit, in the center of the camp, in the middle of all their traps, and watch the night forest. I got no sleep, as though I worried about what was about to come, my death.
I hear the group wake. I stare into the lightening sky. What will become of me once I die? No one will watch me die, at least that's what I think. I hear Kal walk out of his tent. "G12. It is time for you to see the stars, and be with your sister." He looks at me. Gerin, Misha and Lika walk out. "Lika, Misha. Prepare the fire. Gerin, sharpen the knives."
I look upwards, towards the sky. "I'll be with you soon." I whisper, as the pain from my Back and Legs begins to numb. I don't cry. There is no point. If I cry, I'll try to escape, then I'll be killed in a more harsh way. I watch Kal help Gerin. He isn't the Kal I used to know. The Kal I used to know would hug me instead of killing me, he would talk with me instead of threating me and he'd help me instead of turning a cold shoulder.
"Kal?" I ask quietly. He doesn't respond. I watch him, more closely. He carves the knife, with something I recongize, a symbol he created for Jewel and I, so long ago. It has a Sun that looks enchanting, with a diamond and several smaller ones within it. On each of the Sun's rays is a tribal print like design. On the top it says: Everin. Then on the bottom it says: Twins.
Tears drip in my eyes. Maybe he still cares.
Mia, my best friend.
Austin, a new person in my life.
Mae, someone who died too soon.
Kal, my sister's friend.
Amiela, a new person's Best Bud.
Katniss, the one who helped my sister.
Peeta, the Helper's boyfriend.
Erica, my younger sister.
Charlie, my older brother.
My Parents, the ones who raised me.
Jewel, my dead twin.
They all did something for me. I don't want them to forget me, even if they are dead. I want peace through out the ones who are alive, no mater how far apart they are.
A canon will ring my death, it will be my sympohany, ringing through out.
I watch Kal take the knives and put them in the fire. He heats them, preparing for my death. They will celebrate it, but I won't care. Kal stokes the fire, as the knives warm up. "You three are not to touch her unless I tell you." Kal stops them in their thoughts.
Silence fills the camp. I hear the fire sparking, and crackling. I whipe my tears again and smile. He's being the guy who I've known. No one takes his job, or else they'll be punished.
Kal takes the knives out and walks up to me. I sit there, looking at him, still crying. He takes the knife and draws something on my fourhead. It burns my skin, but I don't care, there is no point in crying from pain.
Kal takes two knives from the fire and draws a circle on each of my hands. He takes a knife that was not put in the fire, and cuts in the middle of each circle. He cuts my lips, and they crack from the heat. He cuts over my eyes, leaving scars.
"Crystal Everin" Kal cracks. "You will always remind me of her." He takes the last knife and holds it against my heart.
"Do it." I whisper. But he first burns through the jacket on my chest. He takes the last knife and puts it back. He takes the first one and draws a line around my neck, cutting in the front.
Kal finally takes the last knife again, cuts his palm, and his left cheek. He then takes the knife and cuts into my heart. I feel it all stop.
"Goodbye."
My eyes close, and I feel it all end.
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